Serving Time (The Valentine Law Series Book 1)

by Bailey West

  Both the DA and I gave our closing remarks on the fourth day, and the judge handed the trial over to the jury.

  “You were amazing, Ms. Patterson.”

  I spoke to Averie as I helped her into the car.

  “Thank you, Mr. Valentine,” she responded once I settled myself in my seat.

  “How long do you think the jury will be out?”

  “I can’t call it. Hopefully, not long.”

  We received the call the next afternoon that the jury had reached a verdict.

  Averie was at her office, so we met at the courthouse.

  “Okay,” Averie said as we all found our seats at the table in the courtroom. “We are hoping for a not guilty verdict on all the charges. If by chance they do find you guilty, we will file the appeal paperwork immediately, okay?”

  Both Princeton and Deyshonda nodded their heads.

  “All rise,” the bailiff called out. “The Court of the Twenty-Second Judicial Circuit, Criminal Division, is now in session, the Honorable Willie E Williams presiding.”

  We all sat down after the judge took his seat.

  “Have you reached a verdict?” The judge asked the jury.

  “We have your honor,” the jury foreperson responded.

  “What say you?”

  The foreperson read off each charge, and after every single one she read, “not guilty.”

  Averie turned to me, and we hugged briefly before turning to everyone else at the table and hugging them.

  I owe her a lot for getting us this verdict.

  Averie

  We went back to Valentine Law to celebrate the verdict. Everyone was in a great mood, and it was Friday! It was the perfect way to start the weekend. Food was ordered in. Champagne was floating around, and everyone was feeling good.

  I didn’t know how the jury was going to find, but I am so glad they went with not guilty. I think the nail in the coffin of the DA’s case was when the dirty cop told on himself. I didn’t think that’s what he was going to say but I am so glad he did.

  “Averie,” Princeton and Deyshonda came over to me holding their children’s hands. “This is our son Princeton Junior and our daughter, Princess. Say hello to Ms. Averie,” Deyshonda instructed.

  “Hi, Ms. Averie,” Princeton Junior’s smile was big and front teeth-free.

  “Hi, Princeton. It’s very nice to meet you,” I returned and shook his little hand.

  “Princess, I’ve heard a lot about you,” I smiled.

  “I’m famous in these streets, so I’m not surprised,” she waved her little hand in the air.

  I wanted to fall over laughing, but I didn’t know if encouraging her was the right thing to do.

  “Princess!” Deyshonda scolded. “What did I tell you about greeting people?”

  Princess returned with a dry, “Nice to meet you, Ms. Averie.”

  “Nice to meet you too, Princess,” I smiled while still trying to keep my laughter at bay.

  “Kelly, can you take them over to the cake table?” Princeton spoke to a woman standing behind them.

  She stepped up and took both children’s hands and led them away.

  “Kelly is my younger sister and helps with the kids,” Deyshonda explained.

  “We really want to thank you for all the hard work you put in to make this verdict happen. We are forever in your debt. If there is anything you ever need from us, don’t hesitate to ask,” Princeton finished then gave me a hug.

  “I know I gave you a hard time in the beginning and I am sorry. Outside of El and Princeton, I’ve never had anyone fight for me the way you did. I know you got paid to do it, but I also know it came from a genuine and sincere place, and I thank you,” Deyshonda said then hugged me as well.

  I was moved by their kind words. I wish I could tell them how much fun this actually was, but it really was life or death for them, so I kept that to myself.

  “It was my pleasure, Roc, and Coco. It really was.”

  We talked for a while then they left to mingle. I stuck around until the crowd died down and then retreated to the war room. I wanted to look at it one more time before they came in and boxed everything up.

  “You did it, Ms. Patterson,” I heard the smooth baritone voice behind me.

  “I did!” I said and rushed into his arms without thinking. He caught me, and we hugged. As we separated our eyes met before I knew what was happening, I was pressed against the wall while we feverishly kissed each other. His lips were demanding and persistent. He lifted me by my behind, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his erection pressed into my center. I started grinding on him while we continued to kiss. He moved me from the wall and laid me on the table in the center of the room. I pushed his jacket off his shoulders. He shrugged it off the rest of the way. He leaned down to continue kissing me while I worked on the buttons on his shirt. After getting his buttons open, he reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down. I went for his belt buckle when we heard laughter on the other side of the door.

  We paused and looked at each other.

  Fuck it.

  I started back working on his belt, and he leaned back down and started kissing me.

  “Wait,” Samuel said while backing away.

  “Oh…the cameras…”

  “Exactly.”

  I sat up on the table and adjusted my jacket we hadn’t removed yet.

  He extended his hand to help me off the table. He wrapped his arms around my waist.

  “Come home with me.”

  I nodded my agreement

  He quickly buttoned up his shirt and then picked up his suit jacket from the ground and put it back on. I found my panties and slipped them back on.

  We examined each other’s clothes to make sure everything was in place before we walked out the room.

  “I will meet you downstairs,” he said as he opened the door and stepped out.

  I walked out of the room a few minutes later. I said my goodbyes to the few people who were still there. I got off the elevator and saw Samuel standing by the side exit door. I made my way to him. He took my hand and led me to his car.

  “When I said come home with me, I was talking about my house in Wentzville, not my apartment. Is that okay?”

  Wentzville was a city on the outskirts of Saint Louis. It was mostly rural but people who wanted a break from the city, built houses there.

  “Yes.”

  He held my hand while he drove.

  I was wondering how we got here. Not that I was complaining, but as attracted as I was to Samuel, I didn’t think the feeling was reciprocated.

  “Averie.”

  He glanced at me then focused back on the road.

  “Yes?”

  “I’ve been attracted to you since the moment you walked into the conference room. I didn’t want to act on the attraction because I didn’t want you to think I was doing the same thing Barry did to you.”

  “If you were attracted to me, you sure had a funny way of showing it. You were mean.”

  “You know why now, right?”

  “I do. It was to protect your family. I understood as soon as I knew Roc was your brother.”

  “The attraction was mutual but thank you for being cautious.”

  We got off the highway and drove down a long road for another fifteen minutes or so until we came to a massive cast iron gate with an Old English letter V directly in the middle of it. The gates slowly opened as we approached them. We drove down a paved driveway until a beautiful brick traditional house appeared. Samuel pulled around the circular drive to the front of the house and stopped the car. He got out of the car and came around to open my door.

  We walked into a small vestibule where Samuel sat down on a bench and removed his shoes and changed into a pair of slippers.

  “What size do you wear?”

  “Nine.”

  He opened a closet and pulled out a pair of brand new white slippers. He passed them to me. I sat down and removed my shoes then we wal
ked into the house.

  We stepped into the atrium of the house. It was grand. Complete with the double staircase and walls full of black art. Some of the art I recognized and some I didn’t.

  “How often do you come here?”

  “Not as often as I would like. Would you like a tour?”

  “No, I don’t want a tour. I want to feel you inside of me.”

  It was no use in playing around. I was on fire, and I needed him to put it out.

  He used his finger to tilt my chin up and kissed me very softly. We locked eyes and examined each other for several minutes before he moved in and kissed me again. This time he pulled my body flush to his and caressed the crease of my lips with his tongue, requesting entrance. I moaned giving him access, and he hungrily devoured my mouth. He tried to pull away for air, but I pulled him closer to me and took control of the kiss. It was my turn to indulge in the sweetness of his lips. I wanted to make him moan the way he’d solicited a moan from me. He didn’t moan, but the way he grabbed my ass and pulled me in closer let me know he appreciated my effort.

  “Where is your bedroom?”

  I was being polite. I didn’t need a bedroom. The floor in his foyer would have been fine with me. He took my hand and led me to the curved staircase that led to another level of his home. We walked down the long hallway until we arrived at two large, white, double doors. He pushed the doors open and led me into his bedroom.

  The lights were dimmed adding a golden hue to the all-white décor. He closed the doors behind him and pulled me into his body.

  He leaned down and kissed me again. He unbuttoned my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders. He feathered kisses across my collarbone while working to pull my camisole over my head. He squatted in front of me and tapped my foot. I held on to his shoulders while he removed my slippers. He started at my ankles, running his hands up my legs, then my hips and my sides until he had enough of my skirt collected to access my panties. He pulled them off then unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor.

  He stepped back licking his lips as he examined my body while unbuttoning his shirt, discarding it and pulling his t-shirt over his head. I stepped closer, and I ran my hands over his chest and down his stomach. I worked to unhook his Gucci belt and unbutton his jeans. Once I had them open, I pushed them down around his ass and down his legs. He had on a pair of black boxer briefs that stretched across his massive thighs and highlighted his erection. My mouth watered. My hand sunk into his briefs causing him to release a long breath. Without my heels, I was at least six inches shorter than him but that didn’t matter because he lifted me up, securing my legs around his waist and kissed me as he carried me across the room. He laid me down on the large bed in the center of the room.

  His lips crashed on to mine then moved to my neck then down to my breast. He sucked and licked my left breast while pinching my right nipple. I arched my back and held on to his head encouraging him to continue. He moved to my right breast and sucked while pinching my left nipple. He moved his hand from my breast and moved it down my body to my center. He parted my lips with his finger and began to softly massage my pearl while still sucking my breast.

  “El,” I cried as I felt one of his large fingers penetrate me. I grabbed his hand and held it in place as I grinded enjoying the sensation of his finger rubbing my g-spot and his palm resting on my pearl. I could feel my orgasm building just as he pulled his hand away. He moved down my body and spread my legs further before he put his warm mouth on my center.

  “Damn…” I called out as soon as his lips touched my lips.

  He softly sucked my sweet spot with intermittent licks. It was one of the most amazing things I’d ever felt. He hooked his arms around my thighs, spread my legs wider, and held me in place while he feasted on me. The erotic sounds he made while feasting on me made me wetter and more anxious to have him inside me.

  My legs started shaking indicating my ascension was near. I wanted to push his head away because the intensity of the build-up scared me, but he wouldn’t budge. He licked, kissed and sucked until an orgasm so intense coursed through my body. My legs shook violently while I rode my orgasmic wave. He looked up at me and smiled. He produced a condom from somewhere and placed it on his perfectly curved penis.

  He positioned himself at my opening and was about to push in when I suddenly sat up and scooted back.

  “What?” He said jumping back as well.

  “I’m allergic to latex,” I called out while resting my hand on my chest.

  He took a relaxing breath then smiled. He held up the condom package.

  “So am I.”

  “Oh,” I laid back down. I was so excited to be with him that I forgot my horrible allergy to latex. That’s usually one of the first things I tell potential lovers. “How did you find out you were allergic?”

  “I’ve always known. What about you?”

  “The hard way,” I motioned to his erect penis.

  “Ouch,” he chuckled.

  “Tell me about it. I was positive I had a venereal disease!”

  He laughed then bent down to kiss me.

  “Is there anything else I need to know?”

  “No. Make me feel good, El.”

  “I promise you will enjoy it.”

  He spread my legs again and pushed inside me. He kissed me and continued to push his way in slowly until our bodies were flush. He kissed me until I relaxed into the full feeling I was experiencing. He pushed himself up on his hands and began to stroke me like he was performing on stage. His stroke game was phenomenal. I was turned on watching him move sensually in and out of me. I spread wider giving him all the room he needed to please me like he said he would.

  He started to pick up the pace causing me to dig into his back to brace myself. Damn, he was so good at this.

  “El,” I cried out about to lose my mind with pleasure.

  “That’s right, let me hear that shit,” he grunted.

  Shit?

  I’d never heard him curse before.

  “You are so damned wet,” he growled while stroking me into oblivion.

  “Only for you, El.”

  He growled.

  “Beat this shit up, baby. Make me come.”

  He pulled out, flipped me over and put all his weight on me taking away any control I had. He entered me again causing that curve to find a new spot I had no idea existed.

  I wanted to keep talking shit, but he had me now. All I could do was brace myself for the tsunami of an orgasm I felt building up.

  “I can’t hear you now, Vee,” he gloated as he continued his killer stroke.

  He was right. I had nothing to say. He was in control, and I didn’t have any problem with it at all.

  “Ahhhhh,” I cried out as my orgasm hit. “Ohmygawd!” is what I was trying to say but I don’t know if that’s what actually came out of my mouth. He lifted my hips from the bed and pumped into me until he cried out something incoherent and pumped one last time. His fingers dug into my waist until he relaxed his grip and pulled out.

  I collapsed on my stomach, and he landed on his stomach beside me.

  Why did we wait so long? Was the last thought that passed through my mind as I fell asleep.

  Samuel

  Having Averie in my arms at the office made me lose the last bit of self-control I had. She is amazing. Her body is amazing and being with her was mind-blowing. She figured out rather quickly I love for my partners to be vocal. She almost made me blow which is why I had to switch positions and take control. She would have had me looking weak as hell blowing two strokes in.

  I woke up not realizing I had dozed off still wrapped around Averie. She was sleeping soundly. I gently untangled myself from her and went to the bathroom to discard the condom. I chuckled thinking about her reaction to the condom being latex. I finished my business in the bathroom and stepped out to see her in my bed, sleep.

  I walked to my nightstand, grabbed another condom and got in the bed.

  “Av
erie,” I touched her gently. She stirred a little. “Roll over.”

  I needed her again.

  I woke up the next morning to the feeling of a soft body lying next to me. After I woke her up last night, she turned the tables and rode me. She seemed to sense when I was about to blow because she would slow down until I could take her again then she would ride hard again. She knew precisely how to prolong my orgasm. She was in complete control. She came and then planted her feet on the bed and pounced on me until I blew, hard.

  I carefully moved from the bed trying not to wake her. I stepped into the bathroom, took a shower and found a new toothbrush and towels for her to use when she woke up. I pulled out one of my pajama tops for her to put on after she showered.

  I stepped out the bathroom and saw her sitting up in the bed with her arms lifted over her head, stretching.

  She is beautiful.

  “Good morning.”

  She finished her stretch.

  “Good morning,” she smiled.

  “There is a new toothbrush, some towels and something for you to put on in my bathroom.”

  She cocked her head to the side.

  “You weren’t planning on leaving this morning, were you?”

  “Yes?”

  “I was going to ask you to stay out here with me for the weekend. That is if you don’t have any plans.”

  “I don’t have any clothes with me.”